Diary

Taking a pen I sit

at the chair and open

my diary the incense of

new pages rejuvenates my soul

and I commence writing my

heart out the image of

my lover surfaces in front

of me I remember our

escapades those wild eyes of

you our fantasies your smile

your tender hands and love

I push the pen across

the paper the smooth sound

it makes is music to

my ears I write a essay

on our expedition around the

globe but the essay has

only your presence not mine

as you and I are

one and you enjoyed so

I enjoyed too I fill

around ten pages as I

write down every single trip

we have taken together happily

the time has passed very

swiftly the refill of the

pen has shrunk considerably I

stop scribbling our rendezvous with

time and life I close

my pen and turn on

the lights of the room

the room quickly gets illuminated

and so does my

diary.